Matt Murdock Novels & Stories

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Holding my latte. Living my normal, innocent life. “What the—” I choked out, hands trembling. Then I saw the line under it. Assigned to Execute: Damon Moretti. Deadline: One week. I didn’t breathe for a whole ten seconds. Damon Moretti. Even people who didn’t know the mafia world knew that name. He was The Wolf’s favorite weapon. The man who completed every job. No mistakes. No mercy. No survivors. A ghost with a heartbeat. A killer in a tailored suit.

"You must make him your mate and the future matriarch of the Hudson Pack." "What?" Raylan gasps, his face twisting into an expression of pure disgust. "You want me to mate with that plain, greasy rogue? Grandpa, he did not even finish his pack training! He has no standing, no elegance. He is a nobody!" "A nobody?" Lenard laughs, a dry, mocking sound. "He is Kaelum, the greatest weapon designer in the underground mafia. He built an entire black-market supply line right under our noses. Do you still think he is a nobody?"

His dark hair was cropped short, and his arms were covered in intricate tattoos that peeked out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. "No harm done," he said, his voice deep and friendly. "You must be Brooklyn." I blinked, surprised. "How did you—" "The whole pack knows about you," he said with a chuckle. "The mysterious newcomer who's got the Alphas and the King all stirred up. I'm Matt, by the way. Gamma Matt. I was one of the warriors on duty the night you were brought in." I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't remember much about that night. I was... not in a good state."

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master. "No, sir" The wolf with red fur shivered; the beautiful fur on her body also lost some of its charms. “You know what you have to do, right?” "I know, sir." The leader of the assassin group acting on his own is very rare. If it weren't for the large-scale battle, he wouldn't have shown up. Thus, it can be seen that Ezra's strength is very strong to make the leader of the assassin group have to take action on his own.

As I am a human, I can’t mind link anyone, and no werewolf in history has had a human mate, so my chances of having a mate are nil. Ten years ago, my parents died in a rogue attack, and after that, I was demoted to the rank of omega. As an outcast and orphan, I was always the target of bullies. They never hurt me physically, but their sinister remarks and way of showing ‘my place’ is enough to break me mentally. “Good morning chubby” I heard Matt’s voice. I looked at him and found him picking the weapons. Matt is the pack’s warrior and is the same age as mine. He is one of the few who treated me like a pack member and not some burden.